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Chimneyinside these bricks of cold grey granite, are the powdered screams of lost hope and life, soot coats its walls black resin of human death its thick walls echoe, sceams of genocide the eternal satanic flame, changes flesh into dust belching forth black smoke clouds of sorrow emerge, coughing from its stone mouth, a bitter sweet smell of holocaust the sky holds darkened souls, damned to eternity of nothing, billowing spent lies fortune lost in black air centuries of weakness cleansed by the pure rain of winter |